Chase the vain-vexing dream!
Long years have rolled; and still I fear,
As when the Argive band
Unloosed their cables from the shore,[n68]
And eager plied the frequent oar
To the far Ilian strand.
ANTISTROPHE I.
Now they return: my vouching eyes
To prop my faith conspire,
And yet my heart, in self-taught hymns,